If Ulric wasn't looking at her with that dazzling smile, Mellie might've been able to pick up on her sister's distress, but standing under his attention was like basking in the warm glow of the summer sun. "Bright Harbour," she blurted out, then attempted to play it cool, "At least, that was the first time I saw you play. I think, maybe, one time you were at a music festival in Gemela Crossing?" And another time in Lakeshore, but he didn't need to know all that, lest he start to think she was some kind of creepy stalker groupie. Just happened to be in the right place, at the right time for his show. Except for when she'd gone all the way out to some obscure village west of Khaz Dunmorn...
Roslyse had been so oddly quiet that whole time, that Mellie had almost forgotten she was stood there, until he explained that they went way back. Whatever that meant. Well, some part of her knew what that implied, but the larger side was firmly rooted in denial. After all, there were plenty of men in her life whom she called friend, and that was precisely the extent and nature of their relationship. To presume any more had occurred between them, to cause this strange reaction in her sister, would just be crass, wouldn't it?
Mellie perked up again at the offer to share a meal together. His treat. Nevermind that she had a half-eaten cake already in her hand -- she was always happy to accept free food when the opportunity arose. Though they'd still probably offer to pay for themselves, just as a courtesy. She looked back at Ros, surprised that the decision had fallen on her small shoulders. "Yes, of course. We really didn't have any other plans. And if you're not too busy with..." she glanced back at the cart behind him, "Whatever that is. I mean, if you two want to catch up and all. I don't mind."